Parson Brown (upirngaangutuq Iqalunni)

Couldn't shake the cold away
A year alone, stock still and stuck in snow

Two black eyes, this phoney smile
My senses dead, my body bent in ice

Then you took off your winter clothes
And you leaned against with your eager innocence

My brittle knotted wrists twitched
Reaching out for it

When we're running from the hospital,
Don't stop. Don't stop.
Though the guards'll call, and the cops'll come,
Don't stop. Don't stop.
They do not know us. We don't stop

Because of our love. Our love.
And we don't need their law,
Like the paper it's written on, it will fade.
It will melt away.
Like snow, it runs to the river below